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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
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.