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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.