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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.