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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.