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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.