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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.