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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.