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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.