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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.