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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.