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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.