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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.