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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Skriet,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.