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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.