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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Hashim,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.