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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.