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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
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.