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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.