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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
PIL,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.