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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.