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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.