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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.