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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.