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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.