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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.