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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.