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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Gong,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.