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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
UT,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.