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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.