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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
UT,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.