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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.