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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.