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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.