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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.