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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
JFA,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.