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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
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.