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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.