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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.