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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Skaos,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.