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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.