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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.