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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
X-101,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.