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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Crime to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Organ,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Inner City,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.