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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.