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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.