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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.