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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.