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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.