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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.