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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.