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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.