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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.