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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.