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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.