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 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.