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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.