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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.