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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Smog,
New Order,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.