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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.