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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.