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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.