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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Names,
Cymande,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.