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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.