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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.