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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Magma,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.