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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.