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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.