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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.