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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.