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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.