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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.