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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Brick,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.