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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Visage,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.