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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Visage,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.