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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
10cc,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.