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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.