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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.