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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.