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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.