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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Scientists,
The Index,
JFA,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.