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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.