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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Gong,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.