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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.