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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.