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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Nas,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.