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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.