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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.