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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
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.