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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Audionom,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.