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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.