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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.