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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Television,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.