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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.