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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.