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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.