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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.