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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 EPMD 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.