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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.