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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Section 25,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.