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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.