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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.