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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Pole,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.