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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.