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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.