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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.