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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.