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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.