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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.