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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.