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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Fear,
Can,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.