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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.