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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Television,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.