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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.