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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.