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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.