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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.