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 France and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.