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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.