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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.