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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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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.