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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.