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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.