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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.