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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.