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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Smog,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.