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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Doors,
Skriet,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.