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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The Motions,
Can,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.