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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.