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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.