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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.