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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Swans,
Aswad,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.