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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.