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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.