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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.