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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.