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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.