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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.