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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
World's Most,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.