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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.