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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.