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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.