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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.