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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.