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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.