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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.