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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.