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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.