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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.