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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.