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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.