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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.