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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.