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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.