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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.