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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.