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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.