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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.