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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Q65,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
MDC,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.