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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.