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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.