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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.