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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.