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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.