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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.