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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.