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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.