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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
the Normal,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.