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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.