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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.