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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.