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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.