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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Qualms,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.