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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.