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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.