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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Wire,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.