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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.