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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Visage,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.