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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Association 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.