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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Standells to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.