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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.