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 Togo 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.