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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.