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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Pole,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.