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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.