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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.