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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.