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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.