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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.