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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.