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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
CMW,
MDC,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.