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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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 Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.