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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.