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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Inner City,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.