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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.