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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.