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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.