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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.