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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.