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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.