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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.