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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Kinks 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.