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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.