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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.