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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Sparks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.