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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.