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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.