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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.