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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.