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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.