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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.