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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.