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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.