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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.