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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.