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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Wire,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.