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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.