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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Wake,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.