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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.