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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.