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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.