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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.