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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.