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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.