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 Italy 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.