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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.