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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.