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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.