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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.