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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.