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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.