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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Can,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.