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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.