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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Pylon,
The Wake,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.