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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.