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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.