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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.