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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
cv313,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.