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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.