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 Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.