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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
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.