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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Fear,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.