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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
JFA,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.