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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.