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 Rwanda 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.