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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.