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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.