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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Skaos,
Franke,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.