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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.