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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.