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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.