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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Whodini,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.