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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.