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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.