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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.