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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
10cc,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.