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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.