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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.