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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
UT,
Index,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.