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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.