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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
UT,
Gong,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.