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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.