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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.