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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.