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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.