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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Toasters 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.