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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.