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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.