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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.