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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Cameo,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.