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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.