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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.