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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.