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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.