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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the rock 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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.