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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.