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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.