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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.