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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.