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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 808 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.