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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.