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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.