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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
X-101,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.