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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.