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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.