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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Television,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.