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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.