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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.