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 France and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.