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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.