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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.