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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.