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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.