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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Television,
Duran Duran,
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.