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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
World's Most,
Wings,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.