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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.