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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.