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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.