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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Doors,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.