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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.