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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.