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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Index,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.