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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Franke,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.