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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.