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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.