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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.