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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.