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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Visage,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.