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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.