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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Index,
Nico,
Nas,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.