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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Pole,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.