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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.