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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.