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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.