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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.