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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.