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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Brick to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.