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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.