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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.