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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.