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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.