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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.