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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.