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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.