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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.