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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
ABC,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.