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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.