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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.