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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.