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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Rakim 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.