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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.