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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.