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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.