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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.