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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.