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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Evens,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.