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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.