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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.