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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.