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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.