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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.