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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.