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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.