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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Make Up,
the Association,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.