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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.