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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.