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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.