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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.