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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.