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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.