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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.