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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.