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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.