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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Cure,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.