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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.