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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.