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 Libya and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.