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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the funk 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 Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.