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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.