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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.