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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.