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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.