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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
UT,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.