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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.