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 Nigeria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.