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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.