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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Can,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.