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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.