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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Index,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.