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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.