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 Gabon and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Rakim,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.