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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.