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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.