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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an organ and a 808 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.