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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.