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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.