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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Ronan,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.