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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.