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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.