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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.