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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.