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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
MC5,
John Holt,
JFA,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.