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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.