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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.