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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.