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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.