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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.