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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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 Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.