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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Nas,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.