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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
DNA,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.