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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
CMW,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.