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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.