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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.