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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.