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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.