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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Television,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
John Holt,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.