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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.