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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.