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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.