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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.