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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.