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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.