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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.