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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.