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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.