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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.