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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.