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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.