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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.