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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.