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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Brick,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.