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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.