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 New Zealand and from London.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.