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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.