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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.