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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
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.