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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.