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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.