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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.