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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.