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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.