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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.