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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.