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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Magazine,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.