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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Nas,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.