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 Palau 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.