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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.