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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Index,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.