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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.