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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.