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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.