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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.