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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.