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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.