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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.