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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.