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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.