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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Index,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.