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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.