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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.