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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.