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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.