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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.