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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Pylon 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Index,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.