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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.