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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.