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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.