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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.