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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.