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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.