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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
The Move,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.