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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.