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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.