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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.