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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
the Association,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.