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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.