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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.