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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
UT,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.