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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.