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 India and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
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.