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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.