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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.