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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.