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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.