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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.