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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.