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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.