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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.