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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.