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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.