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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.