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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.