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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.