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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Association to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.