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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.