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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.