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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Organ,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.