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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.