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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.