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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.