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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Index,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.