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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Magma,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.