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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
X-102,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.