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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.