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 Syria 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.