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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.