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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.