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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.