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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.