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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.