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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.