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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 808 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Liliput,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.