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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.