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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Q65,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.