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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
June of 44,
UT,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.