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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Wire to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.