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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
New Order,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.