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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Can,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.