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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.