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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and Manila.
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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
10cc,
June of 44,
cv313,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.