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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.