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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.