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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.