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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.