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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Television,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.