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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.