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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.