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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.