Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.