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 Monaco and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.