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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.