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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.