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 India and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.